"I'd noticed." The unbalanced team numbers are real obvious from even just a glance at the passenger roster.

He grabs a strap and swings the bag up and over his shoulder. "Thanks," he says with a nod. He then sort of starts to turn away, hesitates obviously for a moment, and turns back. "--I probably should have asked this sooner than T-minus-10 on the mission, but-- what are my weaponry options?"

He knows there's some stuff available for general use to the train, but has sort of... anxiously procrastinated on looking into it. Whoops.